What are you doing New Year's Eve?

[takecourage]

They step off the tram and walk up to the lodge together and Alex...really hadn't been prepared for how beautiful it all is. She's glad she went with the fancier dress now, velvet, off the shoulder, cut below the knee and paired with spike black heels with straps that wrap around her ankles. She'd have felt underdresssed in anything else.

She blows out a breath and, for a moment, she almost shrinks behind Darlington, trusting him to protect her from the unknown.

"I...don't think I'm going to fit in here," she says.

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[takecourage]

It doesn't take long until she's shivering on the edge of it, the rock of her hips gone erratic and it isn't the first time, obviously, but it had been rare enough with Len to be notable, and never like this.

"Fuck," she mumbles. "Daniel I'm...shit...I think I'm c-coming."

And then she can't say anything after that.

[more_magic]

Her fingers twist harder in his hair as she comes, crying out and shaking above him, and Darlington does all he can to fuck her through it, letting her ride there on the flat of his tongue and groaning at the fluttering clench of her cunt around his finger. He doesn't pull away until she's finished, only the faintest of aftershocks left.

"Fuck," he echoes, his face still slick with her and his pupils blown wide. He only ever swears when it's warranted--and right now, it absolutely is.

[takecourage]

He looks gorgeous on his knees like that, mouth and chin slick from being pressed against her cunt. She sits down on the bed, her thighs still trembling and then she holds out her hand to him.

"Come here?'

[more_magic]

He watches her take those few shaky steps to the bed, part of him unable to believe the course of their night since the turn of the year. "Of course," he murmurs, getting up from the floor, finding his own legs vaguely unsteady. His cock is flushed and leaking, and he bites his lip as he approaches the bed, that blush from before back in his cheeks.

Reaching out once he's close enough, he twines his fingers with hers.

[takecourage]

She twines her fingers with his, feels how they're still wet from being inside her, and her cunt aches. She pulls him towards her, presses a kiss against the firm muscle of his belly, and then shifts back on the bed, tugging him with her.

She leans up to kiss him, groaning at the taste of her cunt on his lips.

"Lie down?" She says. "I want to look at you."

[more_magic]

Darlington's breath shudders out as she kisses him, her mouth brushing along the flat of his belly. When she pulls him, he goes easily, readily, climbing onto the bed alongside her and letting himself sink into the press of her lips against his.

She asks him, and he nods, turning as smoothly as he can to lie on his back with the sheets soft beneath him.

[takecourage]

He stretches out on the sheets, long and lovely and Alex pushes up into a sitting position next to him, naked except for her stockings. She trails her fingers along the long muscles of his thighs, across his flat belly and up to his chest. She carefully avoids touching his cock for a moment.

"You're fucking beautiful, Darlington," she says.

[more_magic]

He turns his head to watch her as she touches him, taking in the slight disarray of her hair and the dark contrast of the lace of her stocking tops against the white of her thighs; the glint of the piercings in her nipples and the sinuous curves of her remaining tattoos. Alex's fingers are light against his skin, and he squirms a little beneath the brush of fingers as they map each defined muscle, never straying too close to his cock. It's a kind of torture, but a sweet one all the same.

"Not half as much as you, Alex," he murmurs, but he's smiling as he says it. "But I'll defer to your judgement tonight."

[takecourage]

"Good," she says, preening a little under it for a moment. Finally, she grazes her fingers along the length of his cock, feeling how hard he is, how much he wants her.

"I really want to suck your cock," she admits. It genuinely might be the first time that admission has been utterly genuine.

[more_magic]

After what feels like an age, her fingers run along the hard line of his cock, and he groans. His hips jump a little, involuntary, pushing into the touch. If there's a thought at the back of his mind that suggests he shouldn't want any of this--that they should slow down, try to understand the way things have shifted between the two of them, figure out what it all might mean--it's growing more and more distant with every stroke of her hand.

That conversation is a thing for the morning, maybe. For later than this, here, now.

"God, yes," he says, the words shuddering out of him. "Please. I want that too."

[takecourage]

Just hearing him say her like that, she has to squirm, pressing her thighs together as she rides out a wave of arousal, even though she's just come. She moves, nudging his legs wider apart so that she can move onto her knees between them. She reaches up to sweep her straight hair to one side of her face before she curls her fingers around his cock, bending down to run her tongue around the head, groaning at the taste of him as it floods over her tongue.

She wants him to have the best view possible. She wants him to love every second.

[more_magic]

"Oh, fuck, Alex," he moans as the heat of her mouth envelops him. It takes effort, but he rolls his head forward, watching her as she sucks at him. It's like she's put herself on display--and maybe she had, and maybe he should wonder at the impetus behind an action like that--and the sight of it is dizzying. He keeps as still as possible, letting her set the pace, letting her give him whatever it is she chooses to provide.

All of it's going to be perfect. He believes that wholeheartedly.

[takecourage]

She keeps her fingers curled around the base of his cock as she slides her mouth down over the length of him, her cheeks hollowing as she starts to suck. She groans softly, her free hand stroking against the firm muscle of his thigh.

[more_magic]

She moves lower, taking more of him in--and more after that--and Darlington's fingers twist in the sheets. He lets out another breathless groan, losing himself to the gentle stroke of her hand along his thigh and the perfect slide of her mouth.

[takecourage]

She bobs her head, sucking his cock in smooth strokes, gradually taking him deeper and deeper until, finally, she takes her hand away so that she can, carefully, slide her mouth all the way down until the tip of her nose brushes the neat trimmed hair at the base of his cock and she can swallow around the head.

[more_magic]

He's not unaware of this particular act--he'd been a teenager alone in a large house with little to no supervision and access to a computer, after all--but awareness is a very different thing from it actually happening to him.

"Jesus fucking Christ," he grits out as she swallows around him. It takes all his effort to keep his hips still, to stop himself from simply coming down her throat, to avoid losing his mind entirely with the way it all feels.

[takecourage]

Alex swallows around him again and then pulls back, coming up for air, wrapping her hand around his cock, stroking spit-slick skin. "Don't come, okay?" she says, looking up at his face. "I want to be watching when you come..."

[more_magic]

His eyelashes flutter as she swallows once again, and the moan that accompanies it barely sounds like a noise he'd thought himself capable of making. Alex pulls back, replacing her mouth with the firm stroke of her hand, and the look in her eyes makes his head spin.

"Not long now," he says, rocking into the circle of her fingers.

[takecourage]

"How soon, Daniel?" she asks, stroking his cock, leaning down to press a kiss against his bare chest. "How close are you?"

[more_magic]

"Minutes," he sighs out, biting his lip hard as she bends to kiss his chest. "If that."

Though he's on the brink, he manages a smile as she switches to his given name. "I think," he says, each word articulated with no small amount of effort, "under the circumstances, you could call me Danny. If...if you wanted."

[takecourage]

Her mouth wanders, her lips and the tip of her tongue grazing against his nipple as she keeps up the firm, slow stroke of her hand over his cock.

"Danny," she echoes. "I like that. It suits you."

[more_magic]

"Thanks," he says, stuttering out a laugh at how inane it sounds, how he's unfailingly polite even now, even like this.

He'd meant it, when he'd said he wasn't far away; all too soon, the coiling need at the center of him winds tight in a way that's familiar. "Alex," he groans, his hand twisting again in the sheets as he tries to hold on for a split-second more. "Alex, I'm going to..." Through sheer force of will, he makes himself wait until she raises her head, until he can look her in the eye just as she'd asked--and then he's coming, so hard he nearly blanks out from the feeling of it, spilling over her hand as she keeps stroking him.

"Fuck, Alex, oh, Christ..."

[takecourage]

He comes, making a mess over her fingers, over his own stomach and chest, coming so hard that it splashes nearly up to his collarbones. Alex groans softly, leaning down to press a kiss the his lips, still stroking him, knowing how sensitive he has to be.

[more_magic]

His come splashes hot against his skin, the sensation of it filthy and wonderful and not at all what he'd anticipated at the start of the night--but he wouldn't change it for anything else, and he knows that. Alex kisses him, keeping up that slow and steady touch of her hand, and he groans into her mouth, returning the kiss with a mix of sweetness and hunger, equally unexpected and equally perfect.

[takecourage]

She keeps stroking his cock until she feels him start to soften and then she take her hand away and, without thinking about it, she lifts her hand and licks her palm, sucks at the taste of him on her fingers. She's never minded the taste of come, and she's been wondering what he'd taste like for a while.